You looked to his left, where you found the oven open and turned to 400 degrees Fahrenheit. You found The magicless daemos in the kitchen, curled up into a ball while holding his fingers with tears streaming down his cheeks. “WHAT NOW?!” You wanted to pull your hair out. The sound of Noi’s blood-curdling screams took you off-guard. You were alone, this was the opening that Leif had been looking for: the opportunity to steal you away from the others, to have you for himself… or, so he thought… “Mhm, and WHO is the powerful sorceress?” You shot back at him. “WHO is the prisoner again?” Asch averted his eyes, unable to maintain his gaze on you. Perhaps it wasn’t such a good idea to pull him into an embrace… “The more you destroy, the more power sources will regenerate, your highness…” You let the prince go as he turned around to meet you in the eyes. You feared that if you let him go, another batch of your undergarments would fall victim to Asch’s fiery wrath. An awkward silence instilled between the two of you. There was no physical barrier between the two of you… only the cloth of his cape kept you away from the curve of his back. “ASCH! PUT MY BRAS DOWN! I NEED THEM!!!” You bolted behind him pulled him into an embrace, effectively stopping him from burning your undergarments. You had already spent a fortune on bras, as the daemos prince was so adamant on ‘destroying your source of power’. Your suspicions were correct: Asch was in your room, sifting throug- your underwear draw? Fuc- not this bulls- OH MY GOSH!!! Asch charged a fireball at the pile of lingerie on the floor. Yet another groan of annoyance escaped your mouth as you bolted towards the noise. From the sound of it, Asch was rummaging through your room again. An incoherent “A-HA” and “I’VE FOUND IT!” Bellowed throughout the apartment. Much to Leif’s chagrin, he wasn’t able to. He wanted your attention that he was so deprived of. Perhaps after this, he could strike up a conversation with you.
That daemos was too close to you for Leif’s comfort. He begged for your mercy, and you gave your mercy to him. I’ll seal the box! If I do, whoever opens it without permission dies….” you flashed him a glare. Your plan? Draw on the box and trick Rhys into thinking that it was a seal. Feigning your innocence, you reached into your pocket to pull out a bright crimson-colored Crayola pen. “Fine, then we’ll have to do this the hard way…” your hand ever-so-slightly grazed the intellectual’s left horn, causing him to flinch as a reflex, while simultaneously dropping the ice cream box. From previous experience, you knew a daemos’s weakness: their horns. You groaned in annoyance.Ī wicked idea flew into your head. Even on your tippy-toes, you were just a few inches shy of his reach. His hands were high in the air, dangling the box. Before you knew it, you were face-to-face with him. But, oh no, he was NOT going down without a fight. “Now, hand over the ice cream.” You extended your hand impatiently. “RHYS THAT’S NOT HOW IT WORKS!!!” You cornered him. You cringed, thinking of how naïve Rhys sounded. “Sorceress, you’re forgetting that I’m not from earth!” The ice-cream-high daemos yelled back, picking up his pace. Rhys bolted out of the kitchen, ice cream box in hand. “Rhys, you can’t have so much ice cream in one day! Literally no one on the face of this earth can tolerate that much sugar!” You clapped your hands, emphasizing your point while charging at him. Apparently one box of ice cream wasn’t enough to please this intellectual. You were, yet again, arguing with Rhys about a minuscule matter. Today was no different, your attention was focused on a daemos, but not Leif. Your attention was shared among the daemos cohort, after all. But you never seemed to notice, or even care.
Of course, Leif didn’t mean to fall under your spell, there was just something so captivating about you, something that even he couldn’t quite pinpoint. Leif fell for everything about you: your face, your body, and your aura, he wanted it all. The grinding gears of life were constantly turning, after all, the gears spare no one.
You were not impressed by his many charms – you had priorities. Something about you was different, something indescribable. One look into his deep-set pools of aquamarine and girls would be putty in his hands. Put it simply, he was a casanova – a womanizer. Leif was a daemos of many desires, and he knew exactly what he wanted: you. That is, until a certain daemos decides to play a game of cat and mouse with you… (Consent is important, kids) Synopsis/ Author’s note: (The reader is basically Ava in this oneshot) Perhaps taking in a cohort of daemos isn’t what you expected to be doing this weekend, but you learned to live with it.
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